Summer-chains

Stem-picked daisies
clutched in green-stained fingers,
globs of stalk-flesh stuck under nails like goo.

Yellow-heart flowers threaded in chains
and woven round heads, playpark jewels.
Bright-air days with sun in your hair,
threads of summer-gold.

Stem-plucked daisies in children’s fingers
like keys to other worlds.

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About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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